Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive PoemsRobinson and Jones, 1845 - 184 Seiten |
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... brow of the young and growing literature of the West . Whether in this attempt - hastily deter mined , and entered upon with no previous prepara- tion , and in the midst of other daily occupations , which gave but little opportunity for ...
... brow of the young and growing literature of the West . Whether in this attempt - hastily deter mined , and entered upon with no previous prepara- tion , and in the midst of other daily occupations , which gave but little opportunity for ...
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... brow , Hath placed his impress cold . ' Tis so ! -yet dost thou still appear As young and fair to me , As when an infant , Mother dear , I played upon thy knee ! They tell me , Mother ! that thy cheek Hath lost that ruddy glow , Of ...
... brow , Hath placed his impress cold . ' Tis so ! -yet dost thou still appear As young and fair to me , As when an infant , Mother dear , I played upon thy knee ! They tell me , Mother ! that thy cheek Hath lost that ruddy glow , Of ...
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... brow , That time and grief have cast , - Yet it may be my sweetest care Each care of thine t ' assuage ; And soothe thine every future year Of earthly pilgrimage ! A MOTHER'S LOVE . " There is a religion in 18 TRIFLES IN VERSE .
... brow , That time and grief have cast , - Yet it may be my sweetest care Each care of thine t ' assuage ; And soothe thine every future year Of earthly pilgrimage ! A MOTHER'S LOVE . " There is a religion in 18 TRIFLES IN VERSE .
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... brow- The suffering form most gently move ? A thousand tendernesses show A Mother's watchful Love ! A Mother's Love ! -Alas ! how oft A Mother's Love do we forget ; Her gentle warnings , kind and soft , By us with pride or anger met ...
... brow- The suffering form most gently move ? A thousand tendernesses show A Mother's watchful Love ! A Mother's Love ! -Alas ! how oft A Mother's Love do we forget ; Her gentle warnings , kind and soft , By us with pride or anger met ...
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... brow , In floods of pure and liquid light ? — With the angelic host enrolled , And sharing in their bless'd employ— Who tune their harps of shining gold To everlasting songs of joy ! In that bless'd world no tears can dim The glory of ...
... brow , In floods of pure and liquid light ? — With the angelic host enrolled , And sharing in their bless'd employ— Who tune their harps of shining gold To everlasting songs of joy ! In that bless'd world no tears can dim The glory of ...
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angel beautiful beneath the sky birth BIRTH-DAY bless bless'd bliss blue boast breathe bright brow calm Carthage charm Cherish Conoquenessing dear death doth dream dust dust to dust e'en earth fair fairer fairest fairy faithful fancy feel flowers France Freedom and Fame gaze gentle girls we love glory grace grief hair happy days hath heart Heaven holy KATE kings lady land life's light lone love my love Love's Macedon maiden MARY MARY'S LOVE MERRY OLD ENGLAND moon by night moonstruck mortal Mother's native ne'er Neath never night o'er Olden Memories once Path perchance praise pride pure QUAKERESS Queen QUEEN VICTORIA roam seek shines skies smile song sooth sorrow soul spirit sunny sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy steps truth twas vows weary ween wild Woman's Sphere young youth Zelienople
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Seite 115 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Seite 94 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 42 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly...
Seite 49 - His storm and wind shook thy soul with pious awe, — there are thy affections, there is thy country. Where the first human eye bent lovingly over thy cradle, where thy mother first bore thee joyfully on her bosom, where thy father engraved the words of wisdom on thy heart, — there are thy affections...
Seite 97 - You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of...
Seite 55 - For the high ones and powerful shall come To do you reverence; and the beautiful Will know the purer language of your brow, And read it like a talisman of love!
Seite 13 - Like the dim traditions, hoary, Of our loved and native clime; Like some half-forgotten story, Read or heard in olden time ; Like the fresh'ning dew of even To the parched and drooping flower ; Like the peaceful thoughts of Heaven In life's tempest-stricken hour ; Like the cadence of a song, — Yet, oh, sweeter far than these, Are the thoughts that round us throng With those
Seite 15 - Oh ! then, sweeter than perfume Borne on aromatic breeze, To the softened spirit come Those dear Olden Memories ! In our days of mirth and gladness, We may spurn their faint control, But they come, in hours of sadness, Like sweet music to the soul ; And in sorrow, o'er us stealing With their gentleness and calm, They are leaves of precious healing, They are fruits of choicest balm. Ever till, when life departs, Death from dross the spirit frees, Cherish, in thine heart of hearts, All thine Olden...
Seite 181 - Why should the memories of the dead Be ever those of gloom and sadness ? — Why should their dwellings not be made "Mid scenes of light, and life, and gladness ? Here let the young and gay repair, And in this scene of light and beauty, Gather from earth, and sky, and air, Lessons of life, and love, and duty...
Seite 164 - Gone ! — the companion of her mirth and sadness, The friend and playmate of her childish years ; Life, in thy absence, loseth half its gladness, And this deep darkness doubly dark appears : The long, long day is more than night without thee — Thrice welcome night ! for all sweet dreams about thee ! Come home, sweet sister ! Ah, how much I miss thee — All thy kind shielding from life's rude alarms — From day's first dawn, when erst I sprang to kiss thee, Till night still found me nestling...